Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest; I hail thy kind return; Lord, make these moments blest: From the low train of mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys.
Now may the King descend, and fill His throne of grace: Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address Thy face; Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.
Descend, celestial Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Disclose a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbath's ere be spent in vain.